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Sunday, April 7, 2013

Blood Rose

Blood Rose

By Jacquelynn Gagne

It’s true no one can out run Death. But Death doesn’t always want your existence. In Lianna’s case wants her mortality.
Long have Lianna’s dreams been a window into another time. A place that is as magnificent as it is dark. Frightened and weary from the physical toll the nightmares take on her body she turns to her psychic friend for guidance, which results in prophetic visions of Lianna’s death.
Mercenaries come after Lianna to stop her from fulfilling her fate. A destiny at her beloved’s side while rediscovering the real magic within her. Facing demise brought down on her by the hands of the mercenaries, the power of love offers her a new life as a vampire which ultimately fulfills the same epic fate the murderous villains fought to keep her from.

About the Author:Jacquelynn F. Gagne is an obsessive compulsive author of all things paranormal. When she cannot be found in the real world she is usually found covered in paint, pastels or most usually words. Among writing, photography and art, Jacquelynn is also the Editor in Chief and cofounder for Ambrosia Arts and Midnight Hour Publishing.
Jacquelynn began working on her first novel in January of 2008, while still working full time. Though Jacquelynn has been writing most of her life, it was never her intention to become a professional writer. But when obsession grabs you, it doesn’t tend to let go. In addition to writing, Jacquelynn enjoys reading everything she can get her greedy little hands on. Currently she lives in Rogersville, Missouri with her husband James and their two sons, though she has declared to one day build a library that will substitute as her house.

Getting to know her a little more!
What made you decide to finally pick up a pen and start working towards that dream of writing a novel?
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JG – It was obsession. It hit me one day, we were watching a movie. I got up, went to the computer and started writing and just couldn’t stop.

Did you find writing certain scene’s challenging?
JG – Sometimes, but it was usually I had too many options on what could happen. Too many ideas is generally my problem more often than not enough.

What was your favorite scene to write?
JG – That’s a tough question. I don’t know honestly I loved them all.

Where did your inspiration come from to write such a book?
JG – Music mostly, music is always my best muse.

Are the characters based on any actual people in your life?
JG – Nope.

Will it be a series? If yes how may many books will you have in the series?
JG – Yes, so far I have four written I am thinking about adding two more, I don’t know past that.

Are there any new writers that have grasped your interests?
JG – I work for a publishing company, so yes many.

If there is one thing about your book that you want people to take away from the story what would that be?

JG - That we can endure and persevere.

A little about you!Favorite movie?
I have so many! I would say Limitless, The Raven, Book of Eli just to name a couple.Favorite Color?
Black Favorite music group?
Shaman’s HarvestFavorite junk food?
Brownies

Excerpt:
There was an alley to the right. Too small for the car, or could he follow? Would it be a dead end and he’d have me cornered? It was my only chance. I lunged for its opening.
My knee gave as my foot twisted off the curb sending me stumbling forward. My arms thrust out instinctively. I landed snapping my wrist back. They hadn’t softened the blow to my face as I hit the cold wet concrete.
Blood spattered from my nose and mouth. My lungs were too fatigued to even muster a scream. Instead this sickened pathetic whimper gurgled out through the stream of blood.
As I lay there, trying to muster enough will to get up, the tires squealed to a stop right next to me. My ears rang in a high-pitched echo combined with the sound of my blood rushing in my ears. “Anna!”
My whole body shook violently when I heard a rough baritone voice scream my name in an intense rage. There was no way I could run from him anymore. Would I die here? Would he take me somewhere else to prolong my suffering? How long would it take?
Another dark thought. Is this what Neesa and her mother had seen?
Futilely my eyes closed. If I had to be conscious, I refused to watch my own death. “Anna! Look at me!” One hand held onto my shoulder turning me slowly as another hand carefully took a hold of my chin, tilting it up and making me cough on my own blood.
“No.” Worthlessly defiant. I gurgled coughing on the blood filling my mouth relentlessly.
“Alright. Just hang on. I’m going to move you, okay,” his voice filled with laughter. Though weak and painful, it flooded with the sound of relief.
“No!” The scream was weak and sprayed blood as I spoke. My hand shot up defensively swiping at his face to try to push him away from me. The hand at my chin released to take my wrist gently.